Not for long, my lord, Reeves said, smiling. I regret to inform you that I must be leaving soon. Christian's smile faded. But…why? Between starching your cravats and assisting you in discovering the errors of your ways, I have been writing a book. A book? On what? How to be a proper butler. Christian sighed. I was just a research project to you, wasn't I? Reeves's lips twitched. I shall dedicate the book to you and your brother, my lord. I must say, I have never served two more worthy men. Thank you. I am certain my brother will thank you even more than I.
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The conversation between Christian and Reeves reveals the underlying dynamics of their relationship. Reeves, the butler, announces his departure, leaving Christian puzzled and disappointed. Christian's realization that he was merely a part of Reeves's research for a book titled "How to be a proper butler" highlights how he feels undervalued in their interactions. It showcases Christian’s mixed emotions as he grapples with the idea of being a mere subject in Reeves’s studies.

Despite the initial tension, Reeves reassures Christian by expressing admiration for him and his brother. The butler's intent to dedicate his book to them softens the moment, reflecting genuine respect and affection. This exchange ultimately emphasizes themes of loyalty and recognition, portraying Reeves as a dedicated servant who values his time with the brothers, even if Christian feels like a research project. Their bond, although tinged with melancholy, reveals underlying appreciation on both sides.

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